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Young lady your whole life’s being recorded
All your midnight dreams
shall be reported
FBI Report:
“she feels so damn tired
Like dying, shes dangerous
But she’s only twenty-one”
Crying sad
Lonely in the morning
Rain weeping in the afternoon sun
Somewhere in between
Her life
Has just become
In
The late morning sunrise
Vapors drying
Tears drying
In her
Windswept eyes
That cried
Whist she thought
Her dreams
Had died
The young may die young
But her dreams are still alive
Wake up little girl
Outside
The sun shines
